Page 22 of Pine Creek Lodge
“I came here ready to make breakfast,” Nat said. “But it looks like you beat me to it.”
Sofia shrugged, a sheepish smile on her face. “I didn’t want you to feel responsible for making breakfast.”
“Well, as a matter of fact, Iamresponsible for making breakfast,” Nat shot back at her in a flirtatious tone. “I’ll just have to come earlier tomorrow then…”
Sofia chuckled. “Or,” she murmured, her voice dropping as she squeezed Nat’s behind, “you could stay over, and then you’d be here bright and early.”
Nat’s fingers lingered at her waist, fingering the silky fabric of her gown. “Oh, so that’s your plan?” she murmured, barely able to keep her voice steady. The intimacy between them felt as natural as breathing, yet it was wrapped in a thrill entirely new to her.
“Well, it’s an option,” Sofia teased, brushing her lips against Nat’s. “If you’re up for it, of course…”
“You know, it’s pretty dangerous tempting me like this,” Nat retorted. “If you’re not careful, we might still be here when the snow starts to melt…”
“I can live with that,” Sofia said and kissed her again.
Nat felt dizzy with desire as Sofia’s hands slid into her hair, pulling her close, grounding her in the delicious weight of the moment. There was a shared urgency now, a need that pulsed between them like a heartbeat.
Before Nat knew it, the warmth of Sofia’s body melted into her own against the kitchen counter. She caressed Sofia’sback, feeling her shiver under the light touch, and when Sofia deepened the kiss, pressing her body closer, Nat’s resolve splintered.
Her hands skimmed over Sofia’s waist before she lifted her onto the countertop, spread her legs, and settled in between her thighs.
With a gentle tug, she parted the fabric, of Sofia’s robe, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of her. Nat pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone, tracing a slow, deliberate path down to Sofia’s chest. She paused, feeling Sofia’s heartbeat quicken.
Sofia gasped, her fingers tangling in Nat’s hair as her head tipped back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted in a soft exhale, and Nat could feel the shiver that ran through her, like an electric current passing between them. A sense of hunger filled her, and she nipped and tugged at Sofia’s hard nipples, twirling her tongue around them until Sofia was squirming against her.
Her hands skimmed over Sofia’s thighs, the silk of the robe bunching under her fingertips, revealing more and more of her skin. Her touch trailed higher, tracing delicate patterns, savoring the way Sofia trembled under her touch. Sofia’s breaths grew shallower, her body arching instinctively, pulling Nat closer.
Nat looked up and gave Sofia a small, mischievous smile, her fingers brushing along the edge of the gown as she murmured, “You know this will have to come off, right?”
Sofia’s laugh was low and breathy, her hand sliding to Nat’s cheek, pulling her in close until their foreheads touched. “Take it off. You can do anything you want with me,” she whispered.
Nat slid the robe off Sofia’s shoulders, and she gasped when it fell behind her on the kitchen counter. Sofia was breathtakingly beautiful, sitting on the counter, naked and there was a rawness, an openness to her that slayed Nat.
As Nat’s tongue trailed over Sofia’s breasts and over her belly, her mind slipped into a haze of pure sensation. Her hands roamed further up Sofia’s thighs and she spread them further as her mouth dipped lower, inhaling the heady scent of Sofia’s arousal.
Sofia’s hands tightened in Nat’s hair, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as blew hot breath over her sex before she started exploring her with her tongue. She moaned, shifted on the counter like she didn’t know what to do with herself.
Nat felt her own pulse racing, the thrill of Sofia’s uninhibited responses driving her wild with want. Her nails dug into Sofia’s thighs, and she glanced up for a beat to see her lips parted with an expression of pure delight painting her face.
“Yes…” she whispered, then louder, “Don’t stop! Fuck…”
Her hands slipped to the back of Nat’s head, urging her closer, her breaths heavy with anticipation. Nat took her time, loving the way Sofia responded, shivering, arching, completely open, and moaning at her touch.
She tensed, shook in her grip, and then, with a loud cry, she wrapped her legs around Nat’s neck and climaxed against her mouth.
Nat smiled, a little smug that she’d brought Sofia to the point of screaming, and she released her grip and straightened herself to kiss her. Sofia’s breathing slowed, and as she wrapped her arms around Nat, they settled into a tender embrace, neither willing to break the silence, the moment, or the calm bliss that surrounded them like a secret.
Chapter Seventeen
Nat leaned against the kitchen counter cradling a coffee mug. Her eyes lingered on Sofia, who looked dazzling in her black robe, her hair tousled and her cheeks still pink from their steamy encounter. The bright winter morning light filtered in through the frosted windows, casting a soft glow across the kitchen, making the moment feel even more surreal.
Sofia took a sip from her own mug, and Nat found it strange, almost surreal, to sit here, drinking coffee like it was any other morning—like they weren’t catching their breath from what had just happened. The usual small talk felt oddly out of place after such an intimate moment, but Nat still felt the need to fill the silence.
"Are you heading out to the slopes today?" she asked, glancing toward the window where the sun gleamed off fresh snow. "It’s gorgeous out there."
Sofia tilted her head. "Only if you come with me."
"I would love to,” Nat said. “But someone might see us. And if word got back to my boss that I was out there with you... let's just say it wouldn’t go over well."
